It's a-me, Mari-wait, wrong one.

Hey, guys. Welcome to the Sixth Chapter, been working on this one for a while now. At the request of several PM's and reviews I have decided to just restart the pairings, so far I think:

Tonks (you cannot change my mind about this!)

Fleur (read above)

Daphne (yep, surely this one)

…I'm not sure. Give me ideas.

There will be lots of character development for all character pairings so don't worry about them just being another pretty face for Harry.

Don't own Harry Potter, but I'd like to someday.

Hey, a man can dream!

'Are you sure you're okay, Harry?' Hermione asked, and Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance.

'For the fifteenth time, yes, Hermione. I am fine.' He said, trying hard to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Hermione had been pestering about his nightmare, wanting him to talk about it. Ginny had kept her word and not said anything to her mother or Ron about it. Harry had been forced to tell Hermione when she had practically demanded him to do it after she saw his pale complexion. Ron ignored it, and tried to act like nothing had happened, to which he was glad about. Sure, Hermione was probably the best choice to tell, but he regretted it within the next two hours, during which she had asked him the same question for fifteen times.

Hermione smiled sheepishly, 'Sorry, I'm just worried about you.' Harry smiled warmly at her.

'I know, 'Mione, and I appreciate it.' He placated her.

Ginny, who was sitting next Hermione, asked him, curiously 'What was the letter you sent with Hedwig?'

Harry waved his hand dismissively, 'Oh, it was to Sirius, you know, telling him about my nightmare, and other trivial stuff. He did tell me to write to him frequently.' He said, omitting details about the nightmare. He really didn't think it was just a nightmare, it felt real. Almost like a vision. That's what he had written to Sirius about, even though Sirius might have no idea about it. He had asked Sirius about Bertha Jorkins and found out that she was in Hogwarts a few years above the Marauders. Apparently, he remembers her complaining to Dumbledore about the teasing and bullying of her year mates, and Harry had quite bluntly asked if he and his had had anything to do with it. Sirius assured him that he didn't do anything to torment her, and looked quite affronted about it. Back to the matter at hand, what really convinced him that it wasn't a nightmare but actually a vision is the fact that Bertha had, in fact, gone missing a few weeks ago. It is currently widely believed that she is dead. Sirius agreed that it probably wasn't just a nightmare, but in fact, a vision.

Harry had to wonder who exactly the old man was. There definitely was an old man, with a wrinkly face, who placed a kettle on the stove in the cottage near the house where he had most certainly been killed. The poor old man, whose last moments of life he had witnessed, was clearly hit by the Killing Curse. It had definitely been Voldemort, and the other man was definitely Peter Pettigrew, the man who betrayed his parents and forced Sirius to live a life of hell in Azkaban. It was clear that Peter had somehow found Voldemort after escaping at the end of his Third Year.

So, Voldemort was in the form of… something, he had no idea what he actually looked like in the room, and they had killed Bertha. Now, they were planning to kill him. He sighed, So much for a normal year.

He absently ran a hand over his lightning bolt shaped scar, there was no pain anymore. It was more like a dull sensation of… prodding, for the lack of a better word. But the thing is, the only time his scar ever hurt, was when Voldemort was around, and he sure as hell wasn't around him when he was sleeping. The very idea caused him to shudder.

Perhaps, telling Hermione had been a bad idea, no offense to his best friend, but she would, as she had informed him, would go find a book, and tell him to inform Dumbledore about it. Sure, Dumbledore might know about it, he always did, but he was sure that the old man would just dismiss it as some freak occurrence, or, would just say, 'I'm sorry, my boy. I'm afraid that you are not quite ready to know about it.' The old man did always like to play his cards close to his chest.

Besides, what would he ask him, Hello, Professor, sorry to bother you, but I think my scar hurts. Harry. He snorted at that. Even saying that sentence, even in his mind sounded so stupid.

Deciding that he should put it out of his head he called out to Ginny,

'Hey, Ginny, what electives did you pick?' The redhead turned to him, peering at him curiously with her brown eyes.

'Oh! I picked Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures.' She said happily. Harry raised an eyebrow.

'I would think that Ron might have convinced you to pick Divination.' He said looking at her curiously. She rolled her eyes but nodded with a sigh.

'He has been telling me to pick Divination because it's an easy 'O', as he calls it. I don't want an easy 'O'.' She said while Hermione beamed proudly at her. Harry blinked.

'You don't?' She shook her head sharply.

'Nope, I don't want to be saddled with… warnings about how I'm going to die, and my inner eyes and all that. Besides… will - you will keep this between us?' She asked him. Harry was surprised, but quickly replied,

'Sure.'

She spoke in a low tone, 'I don't just want to be a housewife like mum wants me to be. I want to be an Auror, and Arithmancy is a necessary subject to become one.' Harry looked shocked.

'What?! It's necessary?! He said, horrified. He had wanted to be an Auror when he heard that they keep the Wizards and Witches safe from the Dark ones, but he had never known that Arithmancy was a necessary topic for that.

Ginny blinked, 'Not necessary, probably. That was bad wording, but it is more like… recommended.' She said. Harry groaned, making Hermione looked at him and smiled a bit smugly.

'I told you Arithmancy is a better subject than Divination, Harry. Neither you nor Ron listened.' She said. Harry looked at her blankly.

'Mostly because neither you nor McGonagall told me that it was necessary to become an Auror.' He protested. Hermione looked a bit guilty but was quick to come back get back in the defensive as well.

'Well, I had no idea that you wanted to be an Auror, Harry. And… well, you had taken on Ron's habits more and more since Second Year.' She defended. Harry sighed again.

'Great, now I have to pick another elective and change one of them… wonderful. That's just wonderful.' He grumbled. Hermione looked at him with shock and a little pride.

'You're changing one elective? It's not Care of Magical Creatures, is it? Hagrid will be upset.' She said, but Harry shook his head.

'Nope, I'm not changing CMC. After only one year I got tired of Trelawney telling me how I was going to die over and over again. I should have just got out when you did.' Hermione looked at him in awe.

'Really?'

'Yep. I believe my last words to her were when she predicted my death yet another time was, 'well, we all gotta go sometime'.' He said, and Hermione snickered, 'She looked scandalized that I didn't take her prophecy seriously.' He said,

Ginny snickered, 'Divination is just a joke. Arithmancy is believed to be much more accurate and… to be honest, easier method of predicting things.' She said and saw Hermione nod.

'What are you picking instead of Divination anyway?' Hermione asked curiously.

'Ancient Runes.' Hermione gasped and then squealed, causing Harry to look at her strangely.

'Oh, really?! That's great Harry! It is the best elective in my opinion! The characters, the layouts and the uses are just too incredible and fascinating! I could give you my previous notes, too! I'm sure that you'll do wonderful-'

'Breathe, Hermione. I don't need notes; I found my grandmother's old notebook for Ancient Runes and Potions, along with my dad's notebook for everything else.' He explained when she saw her hurt look.

'That's great, Harry!' Ginny nodded in agreement, happy for the teen. Harry smiled.

'I might let you take a look at it, but I don't think that you'll need it. You're that brilliant after all.' Hermione blushed slightly but smiled brightly at him. Ginny gave the bushy-haired girl a look of longing and sighed inwardly. Crushes were so hard to let go.

Fred and George decided to come down with Arthur trailing behind them. They noticed that the twins had devious grins on their faces; Harry got up from the couch and sat to the left of Ginny, away from the twins. Ginny blinked and blushed slightly, and the blush turned scarlet when he gave her a charming smile.

Harry, realizing that everyone was giving him strange looks, smiled, 'Well, when I see Fred and George like that, I move away, just on principle.' He explained, garnering amused looks. The twins grinned even wider,

'Right you are, Harry-'

'And to think it will be even better-'

'When we meet Padfoot-'

'And Moony-'

'It'll be wonderful.' They said together, making Harry snort,

'Yeah, well, don't get fooled by Moony, the dude might look harmless, but remember that he was the mastermind behind most of the successful Marauder pranks. Other than my mum in their Seventh Year.' The twins nodded in agreement.

'Of course, who can forget-'

'He fooled all of us last year-'

'In the classes-'

'During breakfast-'

'During announcements-'

'We've had Moony of the Marauders-'

'Right under our noses-'

'And we let him escape-'

'That's so sad, right Gred?'

'That's right, Forge.'

'Alright, that's enough. I going to get a concussion if I keep turning my head back and forth like this.' Arthur snapped lightly at him, but he had a fond smile on his face. The twins grinned again,

'Of course, father dearest.' Arthur rolled his eyes but shook his head fondly.

'Again, do you really think that it is a good idea for them to meet Sirius, Harry?' Hermione asked uncertainly. Harry who was watching the twins, felt something off about them, they had played a prank, right? Why wasn't anything-

BOOM!

'…No, maybe not.' He replied as Percy stormed down the stairs with his hair and freckles and eye-watering shade of blue. Arthur, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione stared at Percy for a whole minute, while the twins laughed loudly, not even bothering to hide the fact that they were the ones to do it.

They watched as the twins ran, with Percy chasing after them. After an awkward minute of watching Percy chase the twins around, they made an unspoken agreement to ignore the fact that they were moving around them.

Bill, Charlie, and Ron decided to bless them with their presence, with Bill managing to reverse the spell on Percy so quickly that it impressed Harry a lot. The twins groaned as Mr. Weasley chastised them thoroughly, while Charlie complimented them on the advanced spell work, while Bill simply tried to stop Percy from attacking the twins.

Harry and Hermione had learned that Percy had gotten a job under Barty Crouch Senior, and had been sucking up to the Ministry so much that he had even gotten on Arthur's unshakeable nerves. The twins, never the ones to leave a chance at annoying Percy had been constantly pranking him throughout their summer. In the brief time, Harry and Hermione had been in the Burrow, Percy had already praised the Ministry of Magic and Barty Crouch so much that Harry had gotten annoyed enough to agree on playing a prank on him if only to shut him up. Plus the fact that he kept on giving them reassurances that Barty would one day speak his name correctly, even though they never asked him to, annoyed them even more.

'Chill out, Percy. It's all just harmless fun.' Bill said, calmly. Percy fumed but kept quiet, only glaring murderously at the twins, who simply smirked back at him. Harry had learned, thankfully not from experience that thou shalt not annoy the Weasley twins, for the Weasley twins might just prank thou enough to make thou fall on their feet and beg them to stop.

'So, are we going to the Quidditch World Cup today, dad?' One of the twins asked Arthur, who nodded and seemed to be positively giddy with happiness. Harry, found that to be a pretty strange expression on the man's face, of course, he always looked cheerful, but this was one expression that looked creepy.

"Yes. We got the tickets to the final match, of course, Bulgaria vs Ireland. Should be quite fun." His eyes betrayed the real amount of joy that he felt when said Ireland. Sure, the man probably wanted England to be in the finals, but if he wanted to pick between the Bulgarians and the Irish, he would probably pick Ireland. Harry decided that he too would like Ireland to win.

Ron's eyes seemed to glow with excitement, "Bulgaria?! That means Krum will be there! He's the best seeker in the world!" Now, Harry felt, let's just say, a tiny bit offended that his best friend thought that some foreign player was a better seeker than him. The only time he had not caught the snitch was when creepy ghostly soul-sucking things that wanted to kill him, distracted him.

"Oi, what about me?" Harry asked indignantly. Ron waved him off,

"You're good, Harry, but this is Krum! He's awesome! He's like a bird the way he rides the wind." He said loudly. Harry scoffed, but smirked,

"I think you're in love, Ronnie-boy," Harry said, making the others snicker and Ron to sputter,

"Shut up!" Fred and George, of course, took this to the next level,

"Victor, I love you~" Fred sang.

"Victor, I do~" George sang, but Harry decided to put the final nail in the coffin, so with a devious smirk that could make James Potter whimper, he sang,

"When we're apart my heart beats only for you~" Ron's face reddened until his face turned the same shade as his hair, making Ginny gasp excitedly, and she grinned,

"What does that blush mean, Ron?" She snickered. Harry chuckled as Ron continued to sputter, Hermione giggled when she saw the look on Ron's face.

"I think Ron's finally coming out of the closet." She stated, making the men in the room burst out laughing, while she and Ginny snickered quietly at the expression on the youngest Weasley boy's face. When he opened his mouth to give them a piece of his mind, Bill beat him to it,

"Relax, Lil' bro. Have a sense of humor. You're never going to get a girlfriend if your such a sour-puss about it. Or in your case boyfriend." Bill burst out laughing again when Ron glared at him. Harry was panting by the time Molly Weasley came down the stairs and smiled when she saw the atmosphere,

"Alright, sit down for breakfast now. And Ron, dear, your father and I love you regardless of your preferences." She said, much to the laughter of many and indignation of Ron, who soon calmed down once he saw breakfast. He sat down and began shoving the meals down his throat as if he never ate before and will never get to eat again. Soon, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about his earring, which seemed to be a recent acquisition.

". . . with a horrible great fang on it. Really, Bill, what do they say at the bank?"

"Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure," said Bill patiently.

"And your hair's getting silly, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, fingering her wand lovingly. "I wish you'd let me give it a trim..." Bill instantly covered his hair, while Harry started, "I dunno, I think he looks cool like that," Bill grinned at him,

Molly looked at his own hair disapprovingly, "But, Harry, dear, it's not proper. Yours too is very long. You should-"

"I like it," Ginny piped up, "You're so old- fashioned, Mum. Anyway, it's nowhere near as long as Professor Dumbledore's..." She felt something fall on her arm and looked down, only to nearly jump in disgust as there was half-eaten food on it. She looked beside her, only to see Ron shoving food down his gullet,

Ginny shoved Ron when some more of the food he was eating fell on to her out of his mouth with the messy way he was eating. The youngest Weasley boy landed on the floor in a heap, making Harry snicker. Molly looked at Ginny in surprise,

"Miss Weasley! What was that?!" It was Harry that decided to give her a mock-stern glare. Ginny smirked,

"Professor Potter, Ron's food fell out of his mouth and onto me. You don't expect me to just clean it off?" She stated with her brown eyes twinkling as she looked at him pleadingly. The rest of the table, including Ron who had just got off the floor and back on to the table, laughed at the by play. Harry smirked,

"Very well, I cannot stress how disappointed I am in you." Harry said imitating the Headmaster's voice, nearly causing the other Weasley males with a sense of humor (i.e exclude Percy), to have an ache in their side, "That will be a point from Gryffindor and detention in my office tonight." He said sagely. Ginny blinked,

"Are you sure, Professor Potter? Only detention?" It took a moment for her sentence to sink into his mind, and it caused Harry to have a light blush on his face, as Molly gasped,

"Ginny!"

"Mum!"

"Ginny!"

"Mum!"

"Ginny!"

"It's getting a bit too much," Fred commented.

"Right you are my less handsome twin," George added.

"Mum!"

"Ginny, what was that?!"

"Teasing," Ginny said dryly with a wry grin on her face. Molly gave her a stern gaze, making Ginny roll her eyes, "Oh, relax mum. It's harmless." Harry who was chuckling suddenly grabbed Ginny in a headlock,

"Hey, let go!" She cried indignantly.

"Miss Weasley, that will definitely be detention." He said huskily, making Ginny blush brightly.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Guess who that was.

"Relax, Mrs. Weasley. It's harmless." Hermione said lightly when she saw the Weasley matriarch's face redden. Hermione honestly couldn't figure out what her problem was. They were teens, they were allowed to have fun.

"Yes, Molly. Relax." Arthur said, and Molly relented but she still looked disapprovingly at Ginny who ignored it. Harry too ignored it, he was having way too much fun for the Weasley matriarch to spoil it for him.

-later-

Scratch that last sentence, he was no longer having as much fun as he did before. He groaned as he felt his insides protesting and cursing against him. He had landed in a heap on the ground as soon as he let go of the damn portkey, but before he could think of doing anything, there was a scream above him and before he could even do anything, someone landed on top of him. He felt two moderate-sized globes press into his chest and felt thankful that it wasn't one of the male Weasleys. However, it turned out that whoever landed on him was in fact, Hermione.

"Goddamn it, Hermione. First last year, and now again? I think you have some fetish of falling on me." He commented slightly as he tried to get his insides under control, it would be bad if he vomited after all. He had a good breakfast.

Hermione squeaked as she got off him, "Sorry, Harry!" She said as she grabbed his arm and helped him up. However, she seemed to realize that not even she was used to portkey travel, and fell on him again.

"..."

"Sorry."

"Hmm, you've grown up, Forest." He commented flirtatiously. He had begun to use the nickname after her seemingly uncontrollable hair, she had nearly fallen off her chair when he used it first. Hermione flushed a brilliant shade of scarlet and got off of him,

"Pervert." She said.

"I'm a teenager, Forest. You can't expect me to not get aroused." He said with a smirk, and nearly pumped his fist into the air, when he saw the creature of books and logic that is Hermione Granger flush a brilliant shade of scarlet.

"..."

"Get up, Professor. You won't get anywhere when you're on the floor." Ginny joked as she helped Harry up. She had taken to calling him 'Professor' when he continued to treat her like a student. He still called her Ginny, maybe Gin, when he was feeling particularly randy, but he settled for 'Miss Weasley' when he decided to tease her.

Ginny, Harry realized was not that sweet, innocent and shy girl that he had known in his Second Year. She was now a vicious tease and seeing as he was the only target that didn't turn her green, he was fair game, much to Molly's disappointment. She still had the crush on him, he realized, but was no longer stuttering and losing all normal brain function whenever he looked at her. Now, he made it his game to see how long he could poke her with his newfound charm that Sirius had been teaching him before she loses all brain function. It usually went for a while, before he usually won. All he really had to do was get really close to her or use a particularly suggestive comment before she flushes a shade of red that Harry was sure that her hair was jealous of.

"Ah, but Miss Weasley, I'm afraid those evil and vile things had made me feel like my insides are about to fall out." He said, the first part came out really sage, like Dumbledore, but the last part came out frighteningly like Sirius. Harry felt a chill through his spine at that.

Ginny giggled, and with Hermione's aid, helped Harry to his feet, "Ah, Forest! You wear some nice perfume." Hermione gave him a blank look,

"Thanks, Harry. It's a soap flavor." She said, making Harry chuckle.

"I can't believe soap smells so divine on you." Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled a bit, as Arthur, Cedric Diggory, and Amos Diggory floated down at them with a grace that reminded Harry of Buckbeak on steroids. All three of them had an amused and smug expression on their faces.

As soon as they landed on their feet, Arthur laughed at all of them, "I bet that cleared their sinuses, eh?" Harry nodded seriously.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley. I also feel like my stomach is going to be cleared. So thank you." He said flatly. Arthur chuckled nervously, as did Cedric and Almos, Amos? Eh, whatever. Harry just gave them a flat look.

"Well, come on then," Cedric said with a charming yet queer smile. Harry grinned at him, much to Ron, Fred, and George's indignation. Seems that they haven't yet forgiven him for winning last year. But Harry put the blame when where it deserves to be put and that was on the dementors.

"...Yes, yes. Let's go." Arthur said. Harry and Cedric nodded at him and walked towards the direction where everyone was heading.

"I must say, Harry, I've heard a lot about you. Ced's talked about you, of course," said Amos Diggory. "Told us all about playing against you last year. . . . I said to him, I said — Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will. . . . You beat Harry Potter!" Harry shot him a blank look, before shooting Cedric a questioning look that consisted of an incredulous eyebrow raise,

"Harry fell off his broom, Dad," he muttered. "I told you... it was an accident..."

"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" roared Amos genially, slapping his son on his back. "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman... but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!" Harry decided then and there that he didn't like the man,

"Sure, he didn't fall off. I mean, it's not like he had nearly a hundred dementors with visibility problems coming after him. But sure, Mister Diggory, whatever you say." Harry commented sarcastically, Amos' eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed many times, but then Harry grinned, "Oh, it's Lord Potter now." Amos nearly fell down in shock, but didn't and simply nodded. Harry shot an apologetic look at Cedric who waved him off,

"You're right, Harry. My father... he can be..." Harry smiled,

"It's fine, Cedric." Cedric nodded and they both walked behind Arthur and a silent Amos.

Harry realized that they have finally gotten to where they wanted to go and his eyes widened when saw that there was a sea of brightly colored tents. There were a bunch of flags of different nations waving around, a few of them that he could notice were India, for some reason, Ireland and of course, England, there was also French flags and Harry heard a few people talking in French. The tents covered nearly every inch of the field near them.

"Morning, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, picking up the boot and handing it to the kilted wizard, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him; Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty drinks can, and a punctured football.

"Hello there, Arthur," said Basil wearily. "Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some... We've been here all night... You'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five-fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite... Weasley... Weasley..." He consulted his parchment list. "About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory . . . second field . . . ask for Mr. Payne."

"Thanks, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, and he beckoned everyone to follow him. Before they reached the cottage, they said goodbye to the Diggory's with Cedric inviting him to a friendly game of Quidditch, which he readily agreed to.

The group walked towards a seemingly! Muggle in charge, or what Harry assumed was the seemingly! Muggle in charge. Arthur smiled at him,

"Hello."

"Hello, sir. What might your reservation be?" He inquired.

"Weasley." The man rummaged through the pages in the book in front of him, and his eyes brightened when he found it, "Ah, here we are. That is the spot where your space is." He said, pointing to a portion of the map that he handed to Arthur.

Arthur smiled politely at the man, before nudging Harry slightly, Harry looked up questioningly at the tall man. Arthur beckoned Harry closer and away from the cottage, "Help me pay for this would you?" He said. Harry looked at him amused but nodded.

Harry was aware that the definitely! Muggle was aware of them, and was clearly listening to them, but ignored it. He counted the money, or rather helped Arthur count it and handed it to the definitely! Muggle in charge, who looked at them questioningly,

"Ah, foreign?"

"Yes," Harry said before anyone could answer with a polite smile on his face. The man looked even more confused,

"You look like you're from around here though." He commented with a mild frown. Harry mentally groaned, but felt it necessary to answer,

"We're a traveling bunch." He said in an American accent, the man looked surprised. The rest of the group looked surprised and looking like they were about to burst out laughing though, and Harry felt it was a much welcome change when a man popped and pointed his wand at the Muggle and sharply said, "Obliviate."

"Ah, thank god," Harry said with a relieved sigh, while the rest chuckled.

"Here's your map and the change." The Muggle said blankly, which Arthur took with a 'thank you', both at the Muggle and the Wizard.

"Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. And Ludo Bagman's not helping. Trotting around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, not caring about anti-Muggle security. Blimey, I'll be glad when this is over. See you later, Arthur." The man said waving at the group, and only Hermione bothered to wave back before he disapparated.

"This Bagman bloke clearly sounds like takes his job seriously," Bill commented sarcastically. Arthur smiled,

"Ah, Ludo Bagman's always been a bit... well... lax about security. You couldn't wish for a more enthusiastic head of the sports department though. He played Quidditch for England himself, you know. And he was the best Beater the Wimbourne Wasps ever had." Harry was only listening half-heartedly. He nudged Bill, pointing to a bunch of girls looking at him and Harry.

"They have some good taste, right Bill?" Harry said grinning at Bill, who grinned back,

"How about we greet them up close?" He said motioning to them, Harry's grin widened but Hermione said, "No. Now let's go, Bill, you're an adult be responsible." Charlie scoffed,

"Bill, an adult?" He ignored the man's indignant 'hey!' They chuckled slightly, though they resigned themselves to follow behind them. Though secretly Harry and Bill resolved to meet them later on if the smirk and grin on their faces were any indications. Harry saw that there was a blonde girl that he recognized that was staring fascinatedly at a matchstick and a matchbox. The other blondes around her seemed unsure if lighting it will actually work. Harry walked over to them,

Harry grabbed the matchbox from a surprised blonde girl, and used the match stick to light a fire, "Really, Greengrass, I thought you would at least know how to light a matchstick." He commented lightly as he lighted the candle the smaller blonde held out for him.

Daphne Greengrass looked at the matchstick with a strange look, "We don't really have a use for it, you know? And don't I know you from somewhere?" She asked stiffly. Harry smirked at her, while Cyrus Greengrass smiled at him,

"Hello, Lord Potter." He greeted, holding out his hand,

"Hello, Lord Greengrass." Harry greeted back, shaking the hand firmly, Daphne blinked her ice-blue in surprise,

"Lord Potter? Harry Potter?" She asked incredulously. This was the scrawny kid from last year? There was simply no way. He looked only two inches shorter than her dad, who was 5'10, and he had no glasses on! Were his eyes always that green?

"Cyrus, please. We are not in Wizengamot, though I must say that it was the most amusing session I had ever witnessed." Harry smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. He wasn't really that impressed with Lucius Malfoy, and he made a joke out of the whole thing.

"...Yes, well, I guess I'm not really suited for such things. Oh, you can call me Harry." Cyrus nodded,

"Of course. I presume that you know my daughters? This is Astoria, my youngest, and this is Daphne. I see that you two are familiar with each other?" He asked amusedly as Daphne smirked at Harry, while Harry smirked back before he knelt down and grasped her hand and brushed his lips against her knuckles, as is the Pureblood tradition,

"Yes, not really my biggest fan." He said cooly, while he looked and grinned at a blushing Astoria and kissed her knuckles as well, "Hello, Astoria. We met last year remember?" Astoria nodded shyly, hiding behind her father, while Daphne once again looked surprised,

"You did? When?"

"When your highness wasn't looking," Harry informed her, causing Cyrus to chuckle. Just then another black-haired woman with grey eyes walked up to them, her eyes widening when she caught the sight of Harry,

"Oh, Lord Potter, it's nice to meet you." She said and smiled at him. Harry gave her a polite bow before kissing her knuckles,

"Lady Greengrass." He greeted. Cyrus turned to look at a stunned-looking Weasley family, except for the eldest, who simply looked amused at the teen's interactions with them. He nodded politely at Arthur Weasley, who nodded back with a polite smile on his face.

"How have you been, Harry? With your Sirius now free, I would think that you would come here with him." He asked him curiously, Harry ignored Daphne's eyes trying to burn a hole into his head, she never ceased to amuse him,

"...Well, you see, Sirius and Amy are... catching up... if you know what I mean?" He asked with an uncomfortable expression on their faces. Cyrus rolled his eyes but nodded. It became quite the public knowledge that Sirius Black and the Head of DMLE, Amelia Bones, were engaged to each other... not that Sirius had given them any chance to think otherwise by kissing the woman quite publicly in front of the entire Wizengamot. Fudge tried to have him arrested but realized that there was nothing he could do about it after he had just declared that Sirius was innocent.

"Yes, well, he had not exactly given us any delusions to the idea." He said awkwardly,

"...What are you doing here, Potter?" Daphne ask-demanded, Harry raised an eyebrow, "I thought that talking to us slimy-snakes was beyond you." She said sarcastically, while Harry raised his other eyebrow,

"My name isn't Ron Weasley." He said dryly.

"I noticed." She replied dryly.

"I came here to greet Lord Greengrass."

"...and not me?" Harry gasped in mock-shock,

"Oh, of course. Hi Daphne! How are you doing this fine day?" He said. Daphne snorted.

"Good enough." She said. Harry gave her a roguish grin, making her flush brightly, and Cyrus to raise an eyebrow,

"Harry!" Arthur called out to him, and Harry turned around and saw them beckoning towards them. He turned back and sighed,

"Well, see you later Lord Greengrass, Lady Greengrass." He said and they gave a polite greeting back. Daphne waved back while Astoria tried to wave back, amusing her parents to no extent.

"What the bloody hell was that?!" Ron demanded as soon as he got within three feet of them. Harry simply raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Hermione looked at him and asked him much more calmly,

"Why did you kiss their hands?" She asked curiously, but there was a fit of hidden jealousy in her voice, Harry waved his hand,

"It's a Pure-Blood tradition. You kiss the hand of the female of the House, regardless of who they are. It is like I said tradition and is considered polite." He said, much to her hidden relief, but she only responded with a nod.

"Harry!" Ron hollered.

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"Why would you go to them?!" He demanded as they continued to walk towards their tent. Harry looked back at him coolly,

"...Because Daphne is my friend?" He said as if he was talking to an idiot. Arthur nodded at him, though he didn't look displeased.

"FRIEND?!" Ron roared, grabbing Harry by the shoulder, nearly making him fall. Only Harry's quickness to grab onto Charlie's shoulder made sure that he didn't fall. He pushed Ron's hand away before narrowing his eyes at him,

"Yeah, friend. Any problem?" Ron sputtered and glared at him, while Harry glared back,

"But she-she's evil!"

"Oh I know that she can be an evil tease, but she isn't bad," Harry said, Gred and Forge nodded sagely.

"But mate! She's a Slytherin!" Bill and Charlie rolled their eyes.

"Chill, Ron. The one who found out the secret of the Cursed Vaults was also a Slytherin. Just because they are Slytherin does not mean that they're bad." Charlie said with a scoff. Ron glared at his brother, before turning to glare at Harry who resisted a snort at his useless glare,

"Fine. Don't tell me I didn't warn you when she does something." Ron said turning away from them. Bill smirked,

"Oh, she's going to do something alright..." He said to Harry, who grinned.

"I really wouldn't mind that."

"Right you are, Harry-" Fred said.

"You would be mad to do something like that-" George continued.

"Ron would not understand-"

"But you have to think about your future wives-"

"Right from now." They both finished. Harry flushed brightly, but Ginny and Hermione turned to look at them with a questioning look in their eyes.

"Wives? As in plural?" Fred and George nodded, as did Bill, Charlie, and Percy.

"Yeah, as the last member of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, he has to marry multiple women," Bill said teasingly looking at Harry, who looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Hermione looked shocked and a little appalled, "Isn't that... illegal?" Bill shook his head,

"Nope. It's actually legally necessary. He needs to marry at least three women due to him being the heir of Peverell, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. And unless Sirius Black has any heirs, Harry will also be the heir of the Black family too." He explained.

Hermione blinked dumbly, "Oh." She said, not knowing what she could say.

Harry groaned, "Can we not discuss this? Please?"

The twins grinned, and Harry knew that he was going to be teased endlessly.

"Look at that one!" Fred called out pointing to a black-haired woman who was eyeing Harry up. Harry winked at her, making her eyes widen and blush brightly. She blew him a kiss, before walking away with an extra sway in her hips. The three men's eyes were glued to them, while Hermione looked like she wanted to murder them. Ginny looked disapprovingly at them but went back to playing Exploding Snap with Ron, Charlie, and Bill. Ron was shooting him jealous looks all around. Which Harry completely ignored. If Ron felt like being jealous, let him.

He didn't want to lose his best friend, but Ron made it quite hard especially if he became a jealous prat. He had seen it many times before, when he entered into Gryffindor in his first year, when he received his Nimbus 2000, Firebolt, and when he said that he was a legal adult and heir to five houses.

Eh, he decided that if Ron decided to be a prat, he can be a prat.

Harry stood up, "Eh, you know what, I'm getting tired, let's go get some Butterbeer, wanna come anyone?" Fred volunteered, but George said that he was going to stay and play the exploding snap that Charlie suddenly decided to stop after he lost again.

"Let's go." Fred nodded and they both walked towards the canteen area where the person was serving drinks. The match had ended, so there weren't any carts coming through the stands to sell the items.

"Sorry about Ron, Harry," Fred said, making Harry turn to him, the less crazy twin was unusually serious, "I saw the looks he gave you, it's just... he's jealous." Harry smiled at the older teen,

"I got it, Fred. Don't worry about it." He said, after a pause, he continued, "To be honest, he could have all of it. In fact, none of this is what I want. I would gladly give all of this away," He said waving his hand in the air, "if I could have my mum and dad back."

"I know what you mean." Fred agreed, "I saw that you didn't complain once when mum fussed over you. It can get annoying for us, if you know what I mean, and based on what we saw in your Second Year, you weren't really treated well with your relatives, were you?" Harry sighed and shook his head, "no wonder you don't mind her annoying fussing." Fred said with a sad smile. Harry shook his head,

"I can see how it might get annoying... and no offense... it can get annoying for me too, but I'm just afraid that I might offend or hurt her if I just tell her to back off." Fred nodded,

"None taken. You don't like being touched, I saw it everytime mum touched you." Harry sighed again, and nodded once again, "well, Harry, regardless of how you might feel, you are like a brother to us." He declared making Harry's eyes widen, "Besides, we are the second generation of Marauders, remember, Emerald?" He said with a grin, while Harry groaned at the nickname.

Apparently, they felt like Prongs Jr. and Prongslet was unoriginal, much to Harry's annoyance, and have decided that he should be named 'Emerald', based on his eyes. Everyone agreed that it was a fitting name for him, even Sirius and Remus, over the letter, before advising him on women and 'advising' him to prank the masses on Hogwarts.

His opinion that 'Emerald' was also an unoriginal name, fell upon deaf ears. Ron had suggested the name 'Raven' which he felt was much cooler, but upon everyone's opinion that it wasn't as fitting as Emerald, and a comment from Hermione that his eyes are his most attractive and noticeable feature about him, something that she got teased mercilessly about, they set upon calling him Emerald.

"Come on, Emerald. It's a perfectly cool nickname." Harry grumbled,

"Says you, Ruby." They had decided to name themselves on jewels, with Fred being 'Ruby' and George being 'Garnet'. Why George would pick Garnet? He had no fucking clue.

Fred grinned widely, "Even Padfoot agreed that it is cool." Harry sighed again, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

"Alright. Emerald is cool I guess. Just a little bit." He added. Fred rolled his eyes,

"Whatever you say, Emerald. Oh, look you are under every woman's radar." He said with a wolf-whistle as Harry felt very exposed under the blatant stares of nearly every woman in the area.

"Well, I'll go get Butterbeer, you wait here... or outside." He added when he saw Harry's uncomfortable look. Hey, he might be confident but so many women eyeing him was not something he appreciated.

So he went outside, telling Fred that he was going to be at the side of the canteen. He walked to the side of the canteen and away from the stares. Apparently, he was too busy making sure that he wasn't being followed that he bumped into another person who was also there to avoid the staring that they were getting.

BUMP!

"Eep!" That definitely sounded like a woman's yelp. The woman had fallen down very quickly and had grabbed him as they were falling down. Her hand going to the black jacket that he was wearing.

Harry's first coherent thought as soon as he fell down was That's a very nice smell...

Harry's second coherent thought was, My god those are some big melons...

Harry's first actual thought was, Crap, I hope it's not a fangirl...

Harry's second actual thought was, Ah, shit! I should've watched where I was going! He exclaimed mentally before his eyes opened, only to meet a pair of surprised lavender ones. Harry blinked once, twice, three times only to realize that he was close to her eyes... too close. Mentally wondering why exactly he was always the only one to get into awkward or bad situations, he began to get up,

"Shit, sorry!" Both of them exclaimed as Harry got up and bowed, only to meet another head, "Ow!" Harry blinked as his skull protested. He opened his eyes completely to meet the gaze of a woman, probably a few years older than him. He got a good look at her and barely held himself from staring too hard. Spiky pink hair, which was odd, lavender eyes, full lips, and a figure to die for.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." The woman looked shocked for some reason. Harry looked at her confused, surely it wasn't that shocking that he apologized? The woman seemed like she was unable to respond for several minutes before she nodded slowly,

"It's fine. No harm was done." Harry looked up again, wait, pink hair...?

"Tonks!" He exclaimed once he looked at her again. Nymphadora Tonks looked surprised at the teen before he helpfully parted his hair to show his scar. Tonks' eyes widened comically before she breathed,

"Harry?" Harry nodded excitedly. It had been over three years since he had seen the woman. She had graduated in the same year as he entered, that being his First Year. She was very friendly to him and showed him around the castle when he had gotten bored with Ron's continuous rambling about Quidditch.

Tonks squealed and glomped him. Harry stiffened under the unusual display of affection from the woman. He tried to relax, but realized that he couldn't, he just wasn't used to being hugged, or even touched by anyone other than Hermione and sometimes Molly Weasley or now, more recently Ginny. Tonks noticed his reaction and was about to pull away, before he awkwardly patted her back, making her chuckle.

On a completely unrelated note, when she hugged him, he felt her large breasts push into his chest.

"Relax, Harry. I won't bite... much." Harry blushed. Dammit, even after three years, she is still capable of making him blush? Great, now Sirius will be pissed. I talked to his niece before he could.

"...Uh-huh, that's really reassuring." She pouted at his dry reply.

"Am I not that cute anymore?" She asked in a faux-dejected tone.

"Nope, you are beautiful." To his utter surprise and infinite delight she blushed slightly before looking at him surprised.

"Woah, you are much, much more confident." She said. Tonks could remember the cute little boy asking her the directions to the DADA classroom in his First Year, and the one she had flirted with so much that his head looked like it was going to explode.

"Yep, Sirius corrupted me." He said, and nearly kicked himself when he saw the sad look on her face. He knew that they had received several owls from Andromeda Tonks to the Potter Manor, all of which have been rebuffed by Sirius. Now, he could clearly see that Sirius needed some time to think, and his godfather clearly did not hold a grudge against his cousin. He had snatched one of the letters from the owl before Sirius could set it off, without the man knowing. The letter described how sorry she was, and she wanted to see him, but Sirius never sent her a reply only telling the owl to 'fuck off'.

Now, he could clearly see where Sirius was coming from. He had spent nearly a decade and a half in Azkaban, and it could have all been avoided if Narcissa or Andromeda had stood up to him and demanded a trial, but alas, that did not happen. He certainly couldn't blame Sirius for feeling hurt.

"Ah, sorry, that was insensitive." Tonks looked at him and smiled sadly, her hair turning wilted and blue, and Harry decided that he did not like it,

"Is he here?" She had him hopefully. Harry mentally winced for making her gain hope,

"...No, I'm sorry. I came with the Weasleys." he explained, and placed a hand on her shoulder, "He'll come around. I'm trying to convince him." he said reassuringly, making her perk up and smile.

"Thanks, Harry. Don't let your hand wander." Harry blushed again, but took his hand away, "or do let your hand wander, and maybe we'll... discuss it further." She said, and let out a victorious laugh when she saw him flush brightly,

"Cheeky minx, I'm not going within a mile of that conversation ever again." he said, making her laugh again, "Who are you here with, Tonks?" He asked her, and Tonks grinned slyly, making him look at her warily,

"Alex Selwyn and... Penny Haywood." She said slyly and delighted in watching him flush slightly at the mention of his first crush.

"I let go of that crush right next month, remember?" He reminded her, making her pout, but before she could reply, a deep male voice called out to her,

"Tonksie, look who we found!" Alexander Selwyn called out to her pointing to a grinning Fred Weasley holding a tray of butterbeer in his arms.

"Alex, look who I found!" She said pointing at Harry.

"Fred!"

"Harry!"

"Fred!"

"Harry!"

"Fred!"

"Emerald!"

"Ruby!"

"Emerald!"

"I hate that name!"

"Stop that, will you?" Alex said with an amused look at Fred, who grinned at him. Alex was a tall, lean man, with tanned skin, cyan colored eyes and very dark brown hair. He was the one who had discovered the secret of the Cursed Vaults and was the Head Boy when Harry had entered Hogwarts. Penny was a blonde woman with blue eyes and light skin. Her long blonde hair had two thick braids over her shoulders and a braid on her left side that forms a ponytail.

"Harry, I don't think I need to remind you, Alex Selwyn and his girlfriend Penny Haywood." Harry grinned at the man and shook his hand.

"Of course, the coolest guy I ever met." He commented, and Alex chuckled,

Thanks, you sure made quite the scene in Wizengamot." Harry smirked, before turning to Penny, who smiled at him.

"Hey, Penny." She grinned at him,

"Hey, Harry. Nice haircut." Harry smiled,

"Thanks."

"Who are you with, Harry?" Alex asked curiously,

"He's with us, yeah, Bill and Charlie are here." Fred grinned when he saw their eyes light up at the mention of Bill and Charlie.

"Yep, come on, Fred. They must be... looking... for us..." Harry trailed off when he saw the fire, green lights all over. There was suddenly a deathly silence before chaos erupted. There were screams all over before a man screamed the loudest,

"It's the Death Eaters!" Alex, Penny, and Tonks paled at that. Harry's eyes widened before his scar began to itch. He grunted and scratched at it.

"Harry! Fred! We have to- Penny, Alex, Tonks?!" Bill was suddenly upon them and caught the sight of his old friends, but he shook his head, "Come on, come with us! We gotta go! Now!" He said beckoning them to follow behind him.

Harry, Alex, and Fred exchanged a glance before Alex grabbed Penny and lifted her up bridal style, making her squeak. Tonks nearly tripped but Harry grabbed her hand and dragged her behind Bill. There were several people pushing into him, scrambling for their own portkeys.

At some point, they had just broken into a full sprint, behind Bill, when he heard Alex yell,

"Don't lose us, Harry!" Harry tried to nod, but the effort wasn't worth it keep his legs going. At some point, he had let go of Tonks' hand and saw her right next to him. The people began to push more frantically, making Harry trip a few times but his Quidditch practice helped him keep going. But suddenly a rather large person pushed into him, making him fall to the side in a heap,

"For fuck's sakes!" Harry panted as he felt his breath get knocked out of him.

"Harry!" That was Tonks' voice,

"Dammit, where is he?!" He heard Arthur cry.

"He's gotta be her, keep looking!" Alex said firmly.

"'m here!" He tried to call but as soon as he got up, he felt someone else push him, and he once again fell down. Harry felt dizzy now, and he put his hand to his forehead, the other side of the scar, only for it to come out bleeding.

"Great." He muttered sarcastically.

He tried to stand up, but he felt himself getting swept along with the crowd to some campsite into the forest. He gritted his teeth at his inability to keep his feet and hold his ground and push towards his friends, but his head felt dizzy. He realized that he probably had a concussion.

"Really great."

Soon, he fell down on the forest floor. He laid there for a while, waiting for someone to find him, and/or his head to get better. He felt so dizzy, that his hands and legs were getting blurry.

"Now, look what we have here." A voice came from somewhere. Harry craned his neck to see who it was, but couldn't find anything but darkness or a blurry light. There, beside the light, he saw a thin figure walk towards him.

"The Boy-Who-Lived, oh, this is my lucky day." The man said giddily. Harry cringed at the amount of pain that hit him when he tried to raise his head. The man laughed at his predicament, making Harry grit his teeth.

"Oh, the Dark Lord, he'll reward me for killing you..." He said. But Harry knew that it wasn't true. Voldemort wanted to kill him himself. If someone else killed him, it would be a bad day to be his killer. Voldemort wanted to prove the world that it was just some fluke that he was killed and that Harry had nothing to do with it. Harry gasped for breath as the man stomped on his chest.

"...Hmm, been a while since I've done this. Bella's much better at this than I am... but I'm good enough too, let's find out shall we?" Harry couldn't see the man's grin but could hear it in the man's tone. Harry grit his teeth again, feeling helpless.

"Crucio!" The man said sharply, the wand pointed at Harry. Harry's eyes widened as pain shot through his entire being. His very nerves felt like they were being burnt or stabbed with painful knives. Harry couldn't help the strangled scream that ripped from his throat.

Harry felt so much pain that he felt like his chest was going to be ripped open. He tasted iron when he bit his tongue when he snapped his mouth shut. The man laughed in cold amusement as Harry rolled around him pain.

"Expelliarmus!" A male voice cried out and a jet of light hit the man, causing his wand to get ripped out of his hand. Harry gasped around for air, as he felt the pain stop. He couldn't lift his head but somehow knew that the man had been disarmed. He tried to look up to see who had disarmed the man, but his vision felt blurry.

Suddenly he felt two slender arms help him up, "Come on, eet is very dangerous 'here." Harry could not even nod at what she said, but she seemed to understand his predicament and wrapped his right arm around her shoulder and her left arm around his waist. He was still jerking and twitching from the curse, whatever it was, his head was too dizzy to even recognize the curse, but knew that it hurt. The woman seemed to feel his jerks, as she stopped and turned around,

"Papa, 'e's been 'it by the Cruciatus!" She exclaimed, sounding horrified. Harry winced as he felt her voice get amplified nearly ten times in his head. whoever who ever the man was, let out a laugh and another man curse. Harry managed to look up in time to see the blurry figure of someone point his arm at him. Realizing it was the man who had used the curse at him. Hearing the woman gasp also helped him to realize that he was going to attempt another spell. So being Harry, he pushed the woman to the ground and felt his legs give out from under him.

"Crucio!" This time the scream was very loud. The same pain shot through his body. Harry rolled around in pain as the man laughed madly. Harry hit is head on the ground again, causing even more pain, to shoot through his head.

"Confringo!" The voice was slightly familiar to the man who disarmed his attacker.

That was the last that he heard before he felt his eyes close and he welcomed the darkness.

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